Khairul Ahsan

Gold Star - 16,873 Points (Bangladesh)

Khairul Ahsan Poems

1. Still I Stand Still -new- 7/26/2016
2. Discovering Myself! 12/16/2014
3. Sensual Sensory 3/17/2015
4. Womb 1/1/2015
5. Your Corner At Home 4/15/2014
6. Mercy Taken For Granted, Without Appreciation 4/17/2016
7. The Hocking River 4/4/2015
8. Like That Cat 5/21/2015
9. Pain And Pleasure Of Loneliness 6/26/2015
10. How Much You Would Unfold... 6/27/2015
11. Your Face 7/1/2015
12. A Bubble 7/5/2015
13. Blue Feelings... 9/6/2015
14. For Auld Lang Syne 10/11/2015
15. Rain Driven 12/24/2015
16. Happy New Year! 1/1/2016
17. Pain 1/7/2016
18. To A Loving Heart 1/13/2016
19. Fantasy 12/21/2015
20. Crown Extraordinaire 1/14/2016
21. To A Solitary Mourner 1/19/2016
22. Cool Quietness 1/23/2016
23. Damsel In The Cloud 2/5/2016
24. I Remember 2/5/2016
25. Valentine Day Thoughts 2/14/2016
26. Like Siberian Birds 2/17/2015
27. Life Geometric 8/8/2014
28. Last Night 1/12/2015
29. Every Kiss 11/9/2014
30. Purity Incarnate 1/14/2016
31. Long Forgotten 3/31/2015
32. Dreams And Smoke 6/17/2015
33. Mcc - My Alma Mater 7/15/2015
34. An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams 4/20/2015
35. My Wishes 6/1/2016
36. There's A Bird Up There! 3/3/2015
37. A Long Wet Kiss 3/16/2015
38. Combustible 1/9/2015
39. Strange Coincidence 10/22/2014
40. Women 8/12/2014
Best Poem of Khairul Ahsan

Pristine Love

No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.

She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.

Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...

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My Wishes

I wish I were a piece of blotting paper
That would soak tears from all the weeping eyes.
I wish my shoulders were broad enough
For all the mournful mortals to rest their heads on.

I know how bad it feels
To weep alone in a corner, unseen!
I know how difficult it is
To carry on with drooping shoulders.

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